|A duo named Havin' a Bubble entertained the kids with, well, bubbles.|
|Andy strings out the bubbles with his "machine."|
|Big bubbles, little kids.|
I began with an early walk, but the center focus today was to be Van Gogh's museum, something Sonya was more excited about than I. I slogged through with her, though, and when we'd finished, I hauled out for the streets to find some excitement. Amsterdam seems to always have its fill.
The first discovery was a band called Compulsive Gambling, a duet of 20-somethings who sang and played the bejabbers out of some fine music. The singer, AnneFleur Schoch, is a delightful young woman who said the band's newest album is due in two weeks. They have a website (compulsive gambling.de) and you can give a listen.
|Pampa digs bubbles, too.|
One of the coolest adventures featured a kid named Marco Johnsen who was giving away hugs. "No, it's not a job," he said, smiling. I got it. Marco was thoroughly enjoying himself.
We wound up the day with a one-hour tour of the canals of the city, which was an informative feast for the eyes. Amsterdam is as pretty a city as I've ever seen.
We're going to Paris in the morning and I have to pack. Or is it unpack? Hell, who knows, but I gotta go. Thanks for looking in.
|This is Compulsive Gambling, picking and singing.|
|My new buddy Anne-Fleur belts one out.|
|Marco Johnsen plants a hug on me.|
|Pampa sits in a national symbol.|
|Cruising along the canal in Amsterdam.|